Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Me thinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.'

? Herman Melville, Moby Dick

Hello? Is there anybody out there, can anybody hear me?

A healing charm with an... annoying side effect

Conosca abbastanza per essere impaurito, molto impaurito

Motto of Cinque-Parte Polygnostic

A potent drink gauranteed to turn good folk into depraved and desolate madmen.

Lady Carse of Tekne

No long names, just a quick list of 30 archetypal Lords of Terrasquestone

The Fleabirds are a group of people indigenous to North America who have rejected the collectivism and sedentary lifestyle inherent in the Cosmic Era. Rather than living in the gleaming arcologies, steaming geofronts, or the great heaps of the urban rims and favelas. Rather, they live in caravans that travel the countryside of the continent.

While bronze is cheaper, and steel is stronger, few materials are as desireable for weapons than proper Xanthanite.

For barrel that explode when you shoot them, there's only one name you can count on, that's ACME.

A collection of 30 scrolls, manuscripts, and codices sampled from the library of Atal, the Wise Councilor.

A greater examination of the Magician's best friend, his familiar.

While technically alive, magnagogs have little in the way of personality and are driven via telepathic command.

I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.
George Armstrong Custer

According to Ars Geotia the standard formations of power consist of ley lines, confluences and founts. this system has been long accepted, and is quite incorrect...

Brutal are the Seitch raids that come up out of the vast waste of the Calcobrinan desert. They come clad in dusky browns, bearing black iron weapons, raiding for food, water, gold, and women.

The Karkos represent an attempt to create a bad guy race with almost no redeeming features, a true villainous species without resorting to established tropes or handwaving.

There are sewers beneath the cobbled stone streets, carrying the filth of society away, rather than letting it pile up into steaming heaps of refuse. Something has moved into the sewers and is now coming to the surface to feed.

Be it a tank, mech, aircraft, or warship, the same basic rules apply for writing speculative fiction about them.

Sound the call of alarm and light the fires in the trenches, the time for war is upon you!

Get to it, you mealy boned maggots! That stone isn't going to cut itself!

Bloody-Beard Borsht